Monday, May 19, 2014
It’s Called Fashen.
I was never a robe guy, but I had one on yesterday as wardrobe, and I dug it. Now I wanna wear one full-time like Hef – always ready for bed… Don’t ask how, but I managed to one-up George W. by getting a piece of pretzel stuck in my eye. I hope no videos surface of it… Someone pass along this commercial to my neighbors… I had lunch with friend my Wade, in town from Richmond. He told me about a friend of his who was having a major problem with his neighbor stealing his newspaper. One Saturday, his friend got in super late, and the paper had just been delivered. He opened it up, took a shit in it and left it for his neighbor to swipe. After that day, the paper was never taken again. Hero.